Ineed and opinion on this poem.
it's called unending fire.

i sit alone on a bench
waiting for my tears to end.
the fire around me cannot be quenched.
it will continue to rage and burn,
until my soul is dead.
even the sweetest complement cannot make me smile.
even the funniest joke cannot make me laugh.
under my happy face and smile,
i'm screaming crying inside.
i want to let go of me fear and anger,
but everyone is making it so hard.